Most families spend the year counting down the days until summer vacation. Days where they can sleep in, go on family excursions, and endure that time of year that fosters togetherness and fun.
But most of us with kiddos on the spectrum do the opposite, we count down the days until summer is over because our lives are turned upside down and inside out.
On my way home I wondered if we are ever going to get to have a mother-daughter date that doesn’t end like this.
In the end we are all the same. All of this from autism to accidents can happen to any family.
Lately, I have been reflecting on how much time our family has spent at home over the past two years. It has become such a routine that we hadn’t noticed how much time actually went by when we avoided going out. Avoided placed where we would have to chase Ally or leave abruptly because of
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There was a time when I told myself my daughter was just fussy.
My blog has become dedicated to advocating for children on the autism spectrum. In my experience, the biggest source of discrimination against my child has been at private daycare centers.
And of course, the one and only time I ever wanted to find a bathroom with a hand dryer in it, there wasn’t one.
I’m sure many of my fellow moms are having anxiety about what summer will bring.
So one morning in May, she woke up and searched for her iPad. But instead, she got a note from Santa’s Elf that they had taken it away. (Yes, I blamed the elves for her missing tablet).
All I do is work my ass off to help my child behave in a socially acceptable way that is barely passing.